* 𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑹 / 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑬𝑵

❝ —she is an apocalypse wrapped in wolf fur. she bares her TEETH in a smile and your world starts shaking. she is not the kind of girl you are meant to L O V E; wild and vicious, her hands wet with blood. ❞

[dcrothy]

@ethanlindvig

     dolly’s sat on the windowsill, sacrificing her own warmth for fresh air within the apartment. luckily an over-sized hoodie saves her from the open window as she allows the spoke from her lips to escape outside. she’s called in sick to work, deciding to take a lazy day off just ‘cause she doesn’t feel like facing the day. her free hand is planted on the head of her grey feline, manicured nails scratching him in all the right spots. when she hears the door open, she doesn’t look up from the television program she’s watching but she can only assume it’s her brother entering. “this guy parked on the fucking sidewalk and he doesn’t understand why he’s getting a ticket,” she mutters with the click of her tongue, shaking her head. “i think this is my new dream job. i wanna write people parking tickets all day long and flip ‘em off when they try to fight me about it.”

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hennessy.

— ❝ isn’t it just? ❞ the musician offered sarcastically, letting the taste of her cigarette wash over her palette on her next inhale. glancing to her right, hennessey took in the form of the girl who now spoke, eyes fixed on her lips as they moved. christ. just fucking kill me. something about pretty girls and glossy lips made her want to throw herself into the nearest body of water in the best way. shaking herself back into reality, she tapped her now empty pack of cigarettes against the leg of her jeans with a sort of self-comforting rhythm. lifting her eyes to the girls, hennessey smirked before she spoke, emboldened solely by the confidence of the stranger in front of her. “i mean, that is the goal, but no luck so far. you up for a field trip?” 

     eyes narrow the slightest amount as she holds the other’s gaze, plucking the cigarette from between her lips to flick the access ashes away onto the pavement. “am i up for a field trip?” she repeats, smoke billowing from parted lips followed by a lighthearted chuckle. “sounds like something a murderer would say.” at the very least, it’s something dolly would say if she were about to drag a person away to a secondary location to murder them. “if you think i have money though, you’re sorely mistaken. what’s in it for me?”

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hennessy.

— ❝ the corner store down the street has been out of american spirits for like, a fucking week. i think i’m about to lose my shit. ❞ the girl mumbled to herself, frustration permeating her typically monotonous tone. her craving for nicotine had been driving her to the edge of insanity as of late, she had almost turned to tinder for help. reluctantly, she pulled the last of her cigarettes out and fumbled with the lighter in her pocket. the forefront of her brain flashed ironically with a plethora of the smoking kills ads she’d been subject to growing up, but frankly, she wasn’t in the mood for pseudo-intellectualizing her addiction at this point. 

     “tragic,” dolly’s response is muttered half-heartedly as she examines her manicured fingers, brows knitting together when she notices a chip in the polish. she’s eavesdropping, of course, which is nothing if not a classic dorothy move. she looks up from her spot leaned against the wall, a cigarette of her own dangling precariously from glossed lips. “guess you gotta decide what’s more important. convenience or your beloved american spirits? tough call.” shoulders lift in a little shrug. it’s not any of dolly’s business to begin with but she finds herself chiming in. “if i were you, i’d just make someone else buy ‘em for me. that IS what i do, anyway.”

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if you had to give up everything you own but one thing, what would you keep?

     “the first thing that comes to mind is my cat freddie but technically he owns me. so i dunno—my good bong? maybe my skankiest hooker boots. either or.”

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what’s your favorite and least favorite thing about your brother?

honesty day | accepting

     “bold of you to assume i have a favourite thing about him. he’s too soft for the world sometimes, which is frustrating. it feels like he’s wasting his time waiting for shit that’s never gonna happen and i’m always trying to shake some sense into him but the idiot doesn’t listen to me. s’pretty cool he gave me a place to live, though. and he always cooks dinner so i don’t have to.” @ethanlindvig

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damien.

damien isn’t one for good deeds. he has a strong belief that, honestly, it’s not his place. if it was meant to be done, the world would already have made it happen. although today, when he sees a wallet laying open on the sidewalk something compels him to pick it up and actually try to return it. of course, he has to mentally pat himself on the back first. damien, you’ve truly outdone yourself. what has the world done to deserve someone as amazing as you? absolutely stunning. after he finishes sucking his own dick, he finds the will to tap on who he thinks is the owners shoulder, “hey, i think you dropped this.” his voice is dripping with confidence he certainly didn’t earn, proud of himself for doing almost nothing.  

     an unwelcome touch is more than enough to make dolly turn slowly on her heel to see who the digits belonged to. crystal hues meet his gaze before they flick down to the wallet in his hands. dainty hands are removed from the pockets of her coat so she can pluck the item from his grip and examine it in her hands. it definitely doesn’t belong to her, but she’s not about to hand it back without checking first to see if there’s any cash inside. “this isn’t mine,” she admits openly, words followed by a little shrug. “you didn’t check the id first or nothin’?” a brow raises. perhaps if the girl had a conscience, she wouldn’t have flipped the thing open to riffle through it like a vulture picking away at carcass. there’s credit cards and membership cards galore but she’s more interested in the cash buried inside. “thanks, though. lunch on me, what d’ya say?”

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what's the funniest thing that's happened to you in the past week?

honesty day | accepting

     “my idiot cat tried to fucking claw his way up my curtain the other day and fell right on his ass. i fucking died. might’ve just been funny ‘cause i was stoned but i still nearly pissed myself so it still counts.”

[dcrothy]

what were you scared of as a child that seems silly now?

honesty day | accepting

     “my parents.”

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what's your favorite memory of you and your brother?

honesty day | accepting

     “it was always the best when he would call the school pretending to be my dad so i could ditch class, full on ferris bueller style.”

[dcrothy]

what is the best thing about troy? the most annoying?

honesty day | accepting

     “what i think is the best think about troy changes all the time. i go through little phases, sometimes, so it’s hard to pick just one thing. right now i’m kind of obsessed with his hands. and his sense of humor, always. the most annoying thing is EASY, though. he doesn’t like when i call him wildcat in bed but i think it’s hilarious.” @ohtrcy

[dcrothy]

Who was the last person you held hands with?

honesty day | accepting

     “i’ve never held a hand in my entire life. that’s disgusting.”

[dcrothy]

𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚

🔪 dolly 🔪

✌️ andrew ✌️

💅 declan 💅

🦋 marty 🦋

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jester.

“i mean.. sure. you could just shut up and mind your own damn business but pleaaase interfere into mine, i beg of you.” a small frustrated sigh was tagged onto her slur of words. “if you’re not willing to help i advice you to kindly fuck off or something, i don’t know.” she wasn’t one to bitch at someone like this, usually. but frustration took the best out of her most times.

     “if you say it loud enough for me to hear, you’re making it my business,” dolly mutters offhandedly, crystal hues flicking back down to her own phone screen. “in what world was that NOT help, anyway? i’m not some kinda tech expert or nothin’. the internet has the answer to everything and if it doesn’t, breaking shit is always the next best option. s’fun. solves rage issues and shit.”

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perseus.

     his gaze meets hers, amused by her clear disappointment. “don’t pout about it.” he adds, pressing his lips together to keep his grin minimal. perseus scoffs once the words leave her lips and he rolls his eyes in a much more dramatic manner than the comment deserves.  “you’re right, he wouldn’t even care to hear your opinion, doll. probably buy you something just to keep your mouth shut.” it’s obvious there’s an undertone of bitterness to his accusation. it honestly didn’t matter who she was bragging about, just hearing the brag is enough to turn his insides sour. the fact that it’s ryland is really just the icing on the cake. “god, you’re impossible. won’t be getting that one then..” he murmurs, eyes flickering across the vast glass case.

     dolly looks unimpressed as she meets his gaze through day-old mascara coated lashes. “i pout about everything, you can’t stop me.” as if to prove the point further, her expression remains unwavering, pout still planted upon her face. “there’s only two ways to get me to shut the fuck up, percy. buy my silence permanently for ten thousand dollars a month, if you want. if not, stop complaining ‘cause i’m gonna keep going.” she barely acknowledges his irritation, waving her hand dismissively since the other obviously isn’t about to cut her a massive cheque. “you ASKED for my opinion. if you didn’t want to hear it, you shouldn’t have invited me.”

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imessage delivered to dolly

THEO: isn't it funny how that happens?? and i mean really not funny in the slightest

THEO: ig we gotta just agree to disagree!!!!

THEO: just watch a lot of british tv and repeat everything they say

THEO: and remember to stick to a specific one cause i have learned that there are tons of different british accents

DOLLY: what do we love????? pain and suffering

DOLLY: when do we love it???? always

DOLLY: god wtf, i don't have that much brain capacity :/

DOLLY: something in the brain machine will have to be replaced with proper accent capabilities

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christian.

christian lets go of her hand as soon as she opens her mouth. last thing he wants to do right now is what he did back then, and if dolly feels guilty about what happened there is no point of telling her to not feel that way. but he is determined let her know that it doesn’t matter now even all of it was her fault or not. ‘’ so what? you can’t control your feelings,dolly. and our relationship has always been complicated, we’ve been in a relationship before, more than once and i only told you about how i really felt the last time. please, i don’t want to tell you how you should feel or not feel like the last time but i really don’t want you to feel guilty or feel like it’s all your fault.’’

     there’s nothing dolly wants more than to be civil and move on but she still can’t help but wonder why christian is being so nice to her. even now after they’d officially ended things for good she’s still got the deep self-destructive urge to pick a fight just because. she couldn’t control how she felt, he was right about that, but she did make the conscious decision to continue her relationship with christian and use him for the attention and affection he provided. “well—that IS how i feel and i really don’t see how it’s going to change,” she mutters half-heartedly. it’s her way of attempting to avoid an argument while also making her feelings known, which has never really been her forte. “but it doesn’t matter anymore, anyway.”

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jester.

jester’s eyebrows i t c h e d in confusion. things like these shouldn’t be as challenging as they were right in that moment. slender fingers dancing across the screen, she bit her lip. “man, i’m just about to be D O N E with this piece of absolute CRAP. shouldn’t be so damn hard to find the reset button, for fucks sake!”

     the only thing dolly could stand less than being hit with a wave of irritation was hearing someone complain about their own. she’s already fidgety and high strung and the sound of fingertips tapping against the screen echo in her own head. even though she does her best to mind her own business, her gaze snaps upwards anyway, landing right on the other with a raised brow. “don’t you know how to work google? ‘cause if not you could probably smash the thing on the ground and solve your problem faster.”